Temptation

The dogs cry out from somewhere in the west. The blazing sun is setting, bringing a silver breeze along with it. The sharp, dry plants puncture my feet. The dusty sand under me has large cracks in it. Tiny insects flee the cracks when the weight of my body sends vibrations in the ground. My throat fells as though it was rolled in the sand and placed on the sun. I look up as the stars begin to appear. The only hope in my head is the tiny diamonds in the sky. Glistening, there is hope. There is reason to try to stay alive; there is a world out there and I need to live, I need not give up, give into temptation.